We did not choose each other, true,But Deity chose well for me.I bless the days I served with you,So filled with cherished memories.

We seemed so different when we met,I wondered if we’d get along.For you were city bred, and yet,I’d never loved a city’s song.

Our speech and manners could have clashed,If you had wanted to offend.But you did as the Savior asked,And loved me like a well-known friend.

Then, as we labored side by side,I saw within your caring soul.And I know just how hard you triedTo teach Christ’s truths to make men whole.

Now, as we go our separate ways,We leave behind so many sheaves.Of souls with strength to last these days,When sin and struggle make men weak.

Then on that day when Christ, our Lord,Will raise us up with those we’ve loved,He’ll bless us for the days we’ve served--One heart, one mind, with God above.

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Alma 26:5-7

5. “Behold, the field was ripe, and blessed are ye, for ye did thrust in the sickle, and did reap with your might, yea, all the day long did ye labor; and behold the number of your sheaves! And they shall be gathered into the garners, that they are not wasted.6. "Yea, they shall not be beaten down by the storm at the last day; yea, neither shall they be harrowed up by the whirlwinds; but when the storm cometh they shall be gathered together in their place, that the storm cannot penetrate to them; yea, neither shall they be driven with fierce winds whithersoever the enemy listeth to carry them.7. "But behold, they are in the hands of the Lord of the harvest, and they are his; and he will raise them up at the last day."